Sleeper, awake! Long years passed by Sending the black shadow wavering Along the walls of the night
The Lion banner sways and falls in the horror-haunted gloom A scarlet Dragon rustles by, borne on winds of doom. In heaps the shining horsemen lie, where the thrusting lance break And deep in the haunted mountains, the lost, black gods awake Dead hands grope in the shadows, the star turn pale with fright For this is the Dragon's hour, the triumph of fear and night